I was 18years old when my mother died. She was not even sick for a day.
A night before she died, she was just saying her chest was somehow paining her that she will see a doctor in the morning.
Unfortunately, she died before morning. We were preparing for her burial and one day, I came home to meet my mother’s best friend cooking for my dad.
I actually didn’t think much of it till she started sleeping in our house…I was surprised but summoned courage to ask my dad…He said she was there to help him.
This woman came for the burial and was just acting strange. Immediately after the burial, my rich father said he can’t train me in University then he stopped caring for I and my siblings.
My mother’s best friend children were now the kings and queens of our home. They ride dad’s cars, eat as much as they want, he pays their fees.
I had finished secondary school and started working as a sales girl. I started taking care of my younger ones too.. My people, I wore rags.
I enrolled for part time program and kept caring for my younger ones. We helped each other grow and ignored our dad.
At a point, my brother wanted to fight him, I refused. Along the line, I met a man who loved me and helped me with my baggage. Let me not even say how they showed me pepper when it was time for me to marry.
Today, I am a graduate,married with 3 kids and doing well for myself.
My brother is a pharmacist.
My sister is a midwife.
Those children he cared for are busy roaming the streets, fighting with him while the last I heard of their mum is that she is mentally unstable.
What made write this is that my father is calling me for the first time in 15years and I can’t even pick the call as I don’t want to talk to him. My younger ones blocked him everywhere and don’t even want to hear about him.
I am so sad because he has been calling everyday in this month of March and sending people to me.
I am heartbroken because he brought back the pains I went through all those years.
